As Long Tian walked down the street, fewer and fewer people remained as midnight slowly approached.
"You've been following me for a long time. Don't you plan to come out?" he said in a cold voice.
Someone stepped out of the shadows, laughing.
"It seems the Fox King is still as sharp as ever."
A masked man wearing a coat stood before Long Tian. He couldn't trace the identity of the masked man before him.
Even trying to probe the strength of the masked man led to naught.
He was confused and curious.
How was his identity quickly found out in China?
Or was the masked man from Devil's Island?
The masked man charged forward without hesitation, with a knife, aiming for Long Tian's neck.
Long Tian's eyes contracted when he saw this. His body unconsciously moved as he narrowly dodged the attack.
The masked man let out a gasp of surprise, then slowly chuckled.
"It seems the injury of the Fox King has been healed," the masked man said.
'Someone knows about my injury…?
